Black Was Her

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 20 Apr 2015
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16 comments
 
He’d never really, 
turned her on; unlike
others before him. 
 
Rather, it was more 
a familiar, everyday 
kind of affair; the way 
she felt about her well worn, 
all forgiving,
sheepskin slippers
she wouldn’t trade
in a month of Sundays. 
 
Albeit, nothing like
the fiery passion
she felt for her lustrous,
black, patent leather
designer, six-inch stilettos.
Uplifting, and yet
uncomfortable as sin.
 
Wear them until you tilt,
babe!  he’d quipped
on more than one occasion.
 
Strangely enough, though,
he’d seemed an ordered
kind of man; a dab hand
at gardening. What he
didn’t know about the sexing
of plants wasn’t worth  the knowing...
not to mention his prowess 
at developing a cross 
hybrid marrow – 
come cucumber... 
 
and his way with cleaning
her car till it shone, and
he always paid their bills
on time.  Far worse things in  life, 
than being married to him.
 
And, then, of course,
there was always – her bit
on the side.  Ah, the blessings
of a personal trainer, when
he was away on one of his
all too frequent business trips
to far-flung climes.
 
Strange then, how her grief 
on his passing, was so palpable,
so intense, so intimate,
she’d  dreamt she was astride him. 
 
Sweat glistened between
her thighs, her breasts...sheets 
still damp, aromatic from her dream,
sent her rifling through his clothes...
his wardrobe, and more.
 
Then she found just the thing;
a favourite shirt of his. It smelt
of Old Spice and 1965. Fancied
she heard her name slip off 
his tongue, in its customary
lacklustre tenor. Black lace
she wore that night. 
 
How her body ached
for him,  in exquisite agony,
and, for the first time, 
she wept.
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Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Widow's weaves of the intimate kind.  I like the narrative in this poem

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Obliged to you, Philip.

Tina

 

Submitted by denni1 on

This is amazing .. with a cherry on the top xx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

And a good morning to you, denni.  Great you popped bysmiley  My thanks to you.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

We don't appreciate what we've got till it's gone. Though it's written in a light tone, I found this particularly moving. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Absolutely, Bee.  Have a peaceful Mondaysmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by tibi popovici on

Fint it romantic Tina smiley Spicy in some places, but I like the free way of writting, full of details and feelings. Love it, Tina!

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Tibi - indebtedsmiley

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Lovely sentiment in this, SSS. I'm so glad she wept!

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Hilary.  Always good to hear from yousmiley

SSS

 

Submitted by prettyrose on

Hi Tina,smileyI hope your well, sorry I'm late reading this only I haven't been online for a while!

I love how you wrote this, as always brilliant, and with a mixture for all I felt.really nice to see a change in writing from you,which as always is excellent from first letter to the last, well deserved cherries :)

 

Take Care

Trish xxx

smiley Keep Smiling

Keep Writing xxx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Trish, I'm fine, thank you, and you, yourself, I trust.  I have missed you, and your intuitive comments and thoughts.  Thank you, too, for noticing the picture. I liked it too, so great minds do, surely, think alikesmiley  Your words,  highly valued, and I am more than appreciative.

Tina

 

Submitted by prettyrose on

Perfect Picture to wink xxxx

smiley Keep Smiling

Keep Writing xxx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

smileysmileyxx

 

Submitted by prettyrose on

Glad your ok Tina smiley. I am ok as can be thank you, also your lovely comments, which always mean a lot!!!!  xxxx

Again really enjoyed this style of writing from you, and enjoyed it very much. well done !!!!!yes

 

Take care

 

Trish xx

smiley Keep Smiling

Keep Writing xxx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Trish.

Tina